This is a song about "Pure"

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

This is straight pure raw hip hop, off the block,

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Pure lyrics heres a glimpse lost who i was no fingertips

The very definition of pure love and complete acceptance,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Going back, evaluating each lines of pure genius.